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The journey from Tainan to Pingtung was not a short one. Everyone adhered to the principle of sleeping on the bus and taking bathroom breaks when they got off, quickly finding comfortable positions and closing their eyes to sleep. The interior of the vehicle gradually quieted down, leaving only the steady hum of the engine.
Pig's Feet drove quietly, focused on the road ahead, occasionally adjusting the steering wheel to ensure a smooth ride. Sitting in the passenger seat, Da Shewan appeared somewhat excited, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and anticipation as he glanced at the rearview mirror.
In the back seat, Haohao had already fallen asleep, exhaustion from the journey quickly pulling him into dreams. His chest rose and fell with each breath, exuding a sense of calm and tranquility. Da Shewan watched Haohao intently, a complex mix of emotions swelling within him. He observed Haohao closely, his gaze filled with a hint of infatuation and curiosity.
Anthon sat next to Haohao, facing the window, soft snores indicating that he too had succumbed to sleep. The atmosphere inside the vehicle felt serene and comfortable, evoking a sense of warmth and security.
Da Shewan's gaze never left Haohao; he watched as Haohao's sturdy chest rhythmically rose and fell with each breath, stirring waves of emotion within him. He struggled to calm himself, but the excitement and anticipation in his heart made it impossible to fully relax.
Da Shewan's eyes seemed to devour Haohao; his gaze was intense and aggressive, filled with a pathological possessiveness and desire. Watching Haohao's robust chest rise and fall with each breath made Da Shewan's heart race uncontrollably. He felt an inexplicable physiological reaction, his inner longing burning like a fierce fire.
Muttering under his breath, Da Shewan's voice was low and indistinct, as if cursing Haohao or declaring his twisted affection: "Haohao... you are mine... only I can have you..." These words echoed eerily in the quiet atmosphere of the car, laden with distorted love and pathological possessiveness.
Sitting nearby, Pig's Feet sensed Da Shewan's unusual behavior. He stole a glance at Da Shewan and saw his expression and movements filled with displeasure and irritation. Pig's Feet felt a surge of resentment; despite having already won Da Shewan’s love completely, Da Shewan still harbored a pathological obsession for someone as perfect as Haohao.
Grinding his teeth in jealousy and frustration, Pig's Feet knew he could never compare to someone like Haohao. The perfection and charm of Haohao made him feel inferior and powerless. Watching Da Shewan’s heated gaze toward Haohao stirred waves of bitterness and pain within him.
Pig's Feet struggled to calm himself; he knew this was not the time for an outburst, yet the pain and jealousy within him made it hard to find peace. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white as he wrestled with his intense emotions.
Meanwhile, Da Shewan remained lost in his pathological infatuation, fixated on Haohao while feeling twisted satisfaction and desire. He completely ignored Pig's Feet’s presence, immersed in his obsession with Haohao as if trying to claim him entirely with his gaze.
Suddenly, Da Shewan sensed Pig's Feet’s glance towards him; his expression darkened instantly, eyes flashing with a fierce light. He growled softly, "What the hell is that look? Are you unhappy with me? Didn’t you enjoy yourself last night?"
The words struck like a sharp blade, piercing Pig's Feet's heart, causing him to shudder involuntarily, clenching his buttocks as if Da Shewan's curses could invade his very being. Fear and humiliation filled Pig's Feet, his face pale, a flicker of weakness and helplessness flashing in his eyes. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, palms sweating, emotions surging within him like dark tides.
"I... I was just checking on you..." Pig's Feet hurriedly whispered, his voice trembling with heavy fear and resignation, terrified of provoking Da Shewan.
Da Shewan snorted coldly, his gaze filled with disdain and threat. "Hmph, you'd better remember who's the boss here. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking; just behave."
Grinding his teeth, Pig's Feet suppressed the humiliation within him and nodded, not daring to say anything more. He understood that he had no power to resist Da Shewan; any dissatisfaction or defiance would only bring greater pain. He could only endure silently, trying to calm himself and focus on driving.
Yet deep inside, Pig's Feet's love and attachment to Da Shewan twisted into something more perverse. His heart was filled with contradictions and anguish, the fear and affection he felt for Da Shewan intertwining, making his emotions increasingly complex and chaotic. Each reprimand and threat from Da Shewan only deepened Pig's Feet's sense of dependence and obsession.
His thoughts drifted back to last night, the moment of both humiliation and pleasure. Da Shewan's rough yet tender possession made him lose himself in a blend of pain and ecstasy. The feeling of being completely controlled filled him with a strange sense of satisfaction and thrill. Even knowing that such love was pathological and abnormal, he found himself unable to escape its grasp.
"Why... why can he control me so easily?" Pig's Feet asked himself countless times in his mind but could never find an answer. He knew he could no longer escape Da Shewan's control; this twisted affection had taken root deep within his heart, unshakeable.
Da Shewan glanced at Pig's Feet again, seeing his weak and helpless demeanor, feeling a surge of satisfaction and delight within himself. He relished the feeling of complete control over another person; this power brought him immense joy and fulfillment.
"Remember, you belong to me; no one else can take you away," Da Shewan said softly, his tone laced with a sickly possessiveness and threat.
Pig's Feet endured the pain and conflict within him, nodding as a flicker of humiliation and despair crossed his eyes. He knew he could not resist Da Shewan; all he could do was silently bear it and continue this twisted and pathological love.
The atmosphere in the car grew increasingly oppressive and tense. Haohao remained asleep, oblivious to everything happening around them. The emotional turbulence between Da Shewan and Pig's Feet surged like dark tides, ready to erupt at any moment.
During this suffocating and tense journey, each person was filled with their own emotions and struggles. No matter how many challenges lay ahead, they would face them together; however, this distorted emotion and pathological love would leave deep imprints on their journey.
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